(( Alright I am back team ))
Ian watched his new master switch his focus to Neyira. His hand tightened on his katana, He could feel the power coming from his blade reborn. He knew from life that his sword was a young one when it comes to runeblades and it would only feed and grow as he began his reign of terror. He could hear the dead call out to him from every corner of the battle. He looked down in his other hand and opened it to reveal his now grey palm. He focus his mind to shape the ethereal energy in his hand. After a second or two a ghastly green sphere formed in his hand. He spotted a wounded crusader and launched the death coil at him. The darkness hit the wounded warrior, extinguishing what little life he had left. Ian focused his eyes back to his master, studying his control of his dark magic. Then suddenly the flames engulfed.
Before he could tell Lethean He would handle the wizard, He was already taking off. Ian held up his hand and pointed his open palm towards the wizard, and began to close the distance. He channeled all the sorrow and hate on the battlefield to manifest a coil of runic of power. The harder he concerted the stronger it got. "I could get used to this..." Ian thought to himself.
Ians eyes flared and the death coil became almost chaotic. He muttered "Die..." and let the raw energies lose at Daren.